Apparently, when you have a Southern accent and order an “Arnold Palmer” in a loud-ish buffet setting and the man taking the order is an aging Asian, you will receive “Warm Water” and a sheepish grin.
In San Francisco, there was a sign that advertised:
French manicure $10
Polish change $8
And, even though I knew it was a nail salon, I kept wondering why they’d charge eight bucks for a couple Zloty.
Similarly, in Vegas, after walking by a replica of Studio 54, I saw a sign for “Paris LV” and wondered, “fifty-five what?”
I’m an idiot.